Long awaited returnI apologize to those of you whom I left abruptly. I've been very busy lately, but I'm getting into the swing of things so hopefully I'll be submitting on a regular basis soon.
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Why I CryWe lay here entwined Surrounded by joy And twenty million Featureless faces. Each one is distant, Incoherent, lost, Traveling alone In endless journeys For rewards they can Never truly win.Why I Cry
So I cry for them. Twenty million tears Are released and rush Down my face in a Desperate attempt to Heal the wounds of those Who deserve to have Their cuts and scrapes fixed.
Miraculously You lay still, not moving, While I cry away The beings’ pain. You don’t know they’re there. You can’t see their pain. &
by ~-jesse-
Imperfect EyesYou taunt me with endless eyes –Imperfect Eyes
Eyes that see deep into my barren soul – But they don’t stop there. No, they see straight trough my spirit And into my hate-filled heart, The place where all of my lies start. Those eyes dissect every emotion I feel And eat away at my sturdy shield Until I confess to you al my worries. I show you all my pain While you hold me in your arms Telling me it’ll all be okay. Then the next day you call that girl, The beauty with the long blonde hair. She flaunts herself in front of you And squalidly steals your stare. The
by ~-jesse-
Your Sweet Scam“Come with me Let’s go away. I’ll take care of you. We’ll be great. Let’s travel the world, Just you and I. We’ll be happy, There’s no need to cry. Pack your belongings, love, Go say goodbye. Let’s leave next month, There’s no better time. You’ll love Berlin; Rome and Paris, too. I’ll give you my word Then I’ll lie to you. I’ll get your hopes up While pretending to care. You’ll give yourself to me Because ‘We’re in love, I swear.’ You’ll believe what I say, You gullible fool. I\'ll know in my heart That I nYour Sweet Scam
by ~-jesse-
Words by JesseWords inked with tears Spill onto this page. From my heart they originate And make their way up my throat, But they’re caught at my tongue. In a tangled mass they meet To exchange greetings And talk about the weather Before I swallow them down to my stomach. Harsh feelings disintegrated Inside my body. The hate is sucked out, I use it for fuel. The bitter taste is gone. It’s replaced with compliments Which escape through my lips, But they’re only words. I don’t mean what I say. Occasionally I get sick. Sick of the world. SicWords by Jesse
by ~-jesse-
Favourites
Broken Hearts Are Only FriendsBroken hearts, evening starts, I think about you every day Silence falls on late-night calls I don’t know what to say Choking back ‘I love you’s that die off in my throat Wishing for the days I’d woo you with every word I wrote Hang up, hung up on a distant memory Picking out the shades of you in everything I seeBroken Hearts Are Only Friends
Love ends, only friends, this ail wont go away Mind burns, heart never learns, sorrow claims another day
I’m ok, I’m fine, my outside’s clean so no one knows I lied But if I shut my eyes then I can see the cuts that mark my inside I see his shadow touch your ha
by ~readytofly
White Cotton PantiesI\'m not a glamour girl I don\'t wear designer jeans. I won\'t save up for a new leather jacket- No.White Cotton Panties
I don\'t try to be sexy. I wear white cotton panties- No satin or silk. I won\'t be what I can\'t be; My bras have no lace, I\'ve never wanted my tummy tucked Or a lift for my face. No.
I\'m nothing but what I am: A girl in blue jeans and pigtails- No secrets hidden in these garments. My sould resides beneath my skin, Not beneath labels, Not beneath fancy lingerie. I\'m a vixen in white cotton, And I like me this way.
by ~greeneyeslove
Thought on DeathI’ve been thinking a lot about death, lately. One time there was a fly in my room. I’d never seen an insect looking so melancholy-- so resigned, before. I could tell he was dying. He made a few slow circles in the stale air above my desk, and then landed gracefully atop my pile of discarded CDs. For a few seconds, he just stood there; rubbing his hands together for warmth. Now, I’d seen plenty of flies perform similar seeming gestures at the peak of summer’s heat, but this was different. This was an admission of desperation. It wasn’t cold in my room, but he was freezing. Stubbornly, he walked around a little, like he was trying to keepThought on Death
by ~readytofly
EtherealThe echo of her in my mind Nearly fades against the backdrop of thunder Lightning’s fleeting glimmer Casts a glow upon her frameless picture Hastily nailed to the reluctant wall A post-it note stuck up beside her Reads “I love you” scribbled in red pen A reminder.Ethereal
It seems the last few days Have passed by a little more slowly And the past few nights Have gone by a little more coldly The lines she drew to mark off what was hers Have faded almost completely But I take a marker every day And give touch ups to the lines She drew on me. &nb
by ~readytofly
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- Current Residence: Pocatello, Idaho for now.
- Interests: poetry and music
- Favourite movie: American History X
- Favourite band or musician: The new Alkaline Trio album is awesome.
- Favourite genre of music: I'm actually on a pop kick right now.
- Favourite poet or writer: Joseph Heller
- Shell of choice: ...Conch?
- Favourite cartoon character: Ingrid Third
- Personal Quote: I kept wishing it was you instead of me behind the wheel.
- Tools of the Trade: I construct my world with the elements around me.
- Email: JesseWins2@yahoo.com
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Shattered glass lyes on the floor. Making my hands
bleed. Stars of glass. Moon of glass. Heart of glass. All making my hands bleed.
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